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Where the earth drops down
Escaping the sky, diving toward the sea
So sharply down to the waves
There I'll be

Where the fog obscures the land
A mist so blue and heavy
Horns cry out, bouncing between clouds
There I'll be

Where the wind smells warm and sweet
Tiny flies buzz about, busying themselves
And scrubby weeds reach up toward ankles
There I'll be

Out as far as the bluff will support
Listening to rocks roll out to sea
-KM

Last night when I was asleep
for hours I think I thought about
swans looking like white dots
on a big lake with murky water.

Their long thin necks
pulled by an invisible rope
to the rocky bottom
at the end of the lake.

As their necks go down
their tail feathers rotate
and water beads on the edges
and falls back to the source.

Everything gets back to
the beginning.
-Hannah